Follow-Up

Yesterday I got to work late because of the snow and crap, but it all worked out in the end. You see, our Copy and Print Center Manager lives in Seward and could not make it into work at all, so I got to work in there since she was stuck at home. It worked out perfectly, because I had the opportunity to meet the gentleman who'd brought in the book for his wife that I mentioned in my last post. I spoke to him for a long time and let him look through the sample to make sure everything was perfect because, after all, this is sort of a tribute for his deceased wife. Everything should be exactly how he wants it to be, no question about it. As he was looking through the book he noticed some of the pictures had a more pinkish tint than others, especially on things that were supposed to actually be tan or white. We played around with the copier and were able to fix it a little at least, but I could still tell he was not entirely pleased with what we were coming up with. He left the store roughly twenty or so minutes later and said it would be fine, and to make two copies, one for each of his children. When I got around to starting his book (he had said there was no rush, and business started to pick up by afternoon with all the snow melting) suddenly he was there in the store again with an apologetic look on his face. This man hands me a piece of paper that had two photos on it, two that were also in his wife's book. He said he'd made the copies at Kinko's and he felt bad about doing this, but thought he might take his pictures there and have them copied because he wanted it to look perfect. I had no problem with this whatsoever. Considering the importance of this book, and the fact that we couldn't quite get it how he wanted it, I even told him I understood. He wanted to pay me for the sample but I really wasn't about to take money from him for something he wasn't happy with, and then Melissa, the other CPC person, did some magic on the copier and voila! the pictures turned out perfectly. I have never seen someone grin quite the way he did and his exact words were, "That settles it Sarah, I'm sticking with you." I don't know for sure this job is so much more important to me, but I feel like I have to make it perfect, which yes, every customer deserves of course, but this book is a little more important than some of the other stupid copies I have made recently. I will be in the CPC tomorrow night so I should get it done by then, thank goodness.

I found this quote in someone's Facebook profile, so of course I had to borrow it, and I think it is one of the truest statements I have ever heard in my life:

"Best friends aren't about who you've known the longest, it's about who came and never left your side"

The phrase 'best friend' gets thrown around pretty easily. Yet I can count the number of best friends I have ever had on one hand: Courtney, Crazy Rachel, Brittany, and Teetz. I have a number of friends who I consider to be close/good friends, but there are very few people who truly KNOW me. Sometimes I think Adam would be included about the 'best friends' because he knows me as well as Teetz and Britt and Cor, but I think regardless of how good of friends we have become, it will still take a long time before he could really be a 'best'. And yes, Crazy Rachel was my best friend at one time. In fact, she was my first college friend, the first person I met here at UNL who wasn't on my floor, but someone I had class with and got to know outside of silly floor meetings and shit like that. But I think with friendships in general, it never matters how long you have known someone, but how well you get to know one another. Just look at Silas and I. He and I were acquaintances pretty much, until he moved up here and I started dating Adam. I don't think we truly became friends though until after he and Rachel broke up. Not too long before that things had ended with Adam and I for the final time, so we both were at a place in Break-UpVille that just sucked and we really were each other's shoulder to cry on. Now, we talk regularly, at least once a week but sometimes two, and I know that if I am ever in trouble, Silas would help me out in a heartbeat. Sometimes you just click with people and you just know that this person was meant to be your friend and you were meant to be theirs - even with Jenny, though we are no longer friends. Initially, there was just something there that clicked with us and we giggled like idiots a lot and had fun together. Even though the time was brief, for that period in our lives, we were meant to be friends. I definitely feel this too with Emily, Teetz's friend (and now mine too!) from back in Grand Forks. Most people are surprised to know that we have never even met in person, just over the phone. But to read our Facebook messages and blog comments, some might assume we've been friends for years. I am not quite sure exactly where I am going with this, but I love my friends very much, and I would not be who I am without them. Yay for good friends.